“you outchea flying high… go head fly that thing high… high”
When I’m high, I feel
When I’m high, I smile
not because I’m happy.
When I’m high, I laugh
When I’m high, I talk
not because I’m happy.
Being high redefines life,
it kinda loosens the knife.
I can let go without excuses,
I try so hard not to misuse.
But it has me in it’s jaws.
One more puff-puff-pass and I’m swallowed.
Sounds crap but I don’t care.
I don’t even mind the stare.
When I’m high, I fly.
Follow me and my broken lead and we can take the sky.
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